O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!
1 | Bonnie Light Horseman |
2 | Andrew Lammie |
3 | Hearts Of Glory |
4 | Old Erin's Daughter |
5 | Belfast Rose |
6 | Mad Lizzie |
7 | A Health To The Ladies |
8 | He Who Would Be King |
9 | The Lighthouse |
10 | Ace Of Clubs |